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Pease Porridge Lyrics

Artist: De La Soul
Album: De La Soul Is Dead

SCHEMING PUNK PINOCCHIOS: (Bobby Simmons and Prince Paul)Yo gee.Yo word up gee man.Yo man you heard about that club called the Donut Hill B?Yeah man I heard it's kinda fly man.Yo man Rakim and De La be up there all the time!Word up! Yo De La? Yo those punk kids man?They ain't punks man.Yo man those kids are wack man straight up booty wack.Yo but yo that "Buddy", that was kind of fly, man, and"Potholes?" Slammin'. Slammin'.- Yeah, it was. Word up, yo it was, but forget that man, after theycame out with "Plug One, Plug Two" then "Potholes", yo,then they fell of with the brothers, yes they did man, yo, they werestraight up pop, man, I'm telling you, forget them faggots.- Yo check it out, though, WRMS is throwin' a party at the club,though, man, yo I bet you they'll be there!- Yeah! All right, so let the brothers show up, man, let them brothersshow up and get cold jacked when the leaders run up on them!(Background:)(Pease porridge in the pot)(Pease porridge in the pot)(Pease porridge in the pot)(Nine days old)POS:My name, my name, my name is the PastaNow I like, I like I like to plug the real thingSo loose, so loose, so loose with the tap dance,The funk, the funk, funky funky stuff I bringMy tribe, my tribe, my tribe is known as Native Tongues,Consists, consists, consists of Jungle, Quest and othersGet played, get played, played a lot on radioAnd also, and also, and also by some foul brothersThe Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failedIt kept, it kept us calm, our stylin' merryBut late, but lately loonies acting real boldCan't sip in luxury my apple cranberryGirls watch, and watch, and watch I dance the big tutOur home, our home our homeboys has to plan tricksDon't real, don't real, don't realise the Native TongueIs rollin' strong and we're startin' in the megamixGOSSIP GLADIATORS: (Lashawna and Jenette)- Yo, Miss Thing!- Yo Merisa, what's up?- You heard what happened at the Donut Hill the other night? - Yo Iwas there and those De La kids was fighting, yo they was wildin'.- Word man?- Word, the whole thing happened in front of my face, yo, they was onthe dance floor, right, some kid stepped up tothem and said something about hippies, then punks, and the chubby one,Plug Three?- Yeah. Plug Three, yeah I know him.- All right, Plug Three, all right, he walked up to this kid, hit himreal quick, think he didn't when he did, and then themother kids the Jungle Brothers and Quest and, um, what's the otherones, the other ones?- The Violators.- The Violators, right, right, throwing chairs, and they didn't carewho they was hitting, you think they wasn't?- Yeah. I know, I thought it was supposed to be about peace signs,things like that, you know...MASE:Question, and that's if only I can ask this questionCan I? (Yes you can!)Why do people think just because we speak peaceWe can't blow no joints?(I-I-I don't know)GRANDMA MASE: (Squirrel)Mase, this is the ninth day I've reheated this porridge. You know itkeeps me peacefully, no?MASE:Yeah, but my tolerance level has now peakedAnd now it's time for some heads to get flownDOVE:We bring, we bring, we bring, we bring the peace of courseBut pack a nine inside, inside my De La drawersA picture, picture, picture, picture painted pinkCould turn to red, to red, to red in blooded quickBut in a single file my Native Tongue is calmI rather, rather pass a brother palm to palmI kick, I kick, I kick a verse of unityAnd shack, and shackle steps to the beat, beatI click, I click the TV to the SimpsonsAnd sip the Porridge deep into my systemSo mel, so mellow mode is my day modeInside the studio or on a roadThe Swing, the Swingalow is the now stepIt's murder if you bet 'cause you're life's jepTo praise, to praise the Soul is on a down dragIt's false, because I'll spray you with the Black Flag(Pease Porridge in the pot)(Pease Porridge in the pot)(Pease Porridge in the pot)(Nine days old)POS:Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop musicBrother, brother, brothers pop a lot of powDon't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketballDon't und, don't understand the act of being fouledHey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record upIt's time, it's time, it's time to tame the annoying pupsThrow on the Touching Fingers serenadeSo we can throw our lemonadeIn their face and kick their little buttsFIGHT COMMENTATORS: (Squirrel and Mikey Roads)- And off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connectslovely to the ribcage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?- Indeed, indeed, I waould say he showed a lot of formulatecombination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape.- Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form intrying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted.(Background:)(Touching fingers, touch, touch)(One at a time, touch together)DOVE:People wanna get ragged with the rerunsMe not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bitThey can't, they can't, they can't get close to noneI tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skitThe por, the por, the Porridge got crazy coldWe won't, we won't eat until the heads are flownTake advantage to a cool one's peaceful waysBut when, but when we fly that head all the people sayTHE FROG: (Lisle Leete)Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, 'cause it keeps us frogsreal peaceful like.JABIB: (Jarobi)In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De LaSoul is so violent, and we areso peaceful, we sit by the camp fire and listen to our rituals, andthey are so violent. I don't understand,I don't understand.(Pease Porridge in the pot)(Pease Porridge in the pot)(Pease porridge in the pot)(Nine days old)(Pease Porridge in the pot)(Pease porridge in the pot)(Pease Porridge in the pot)(Nine days old)(Pease Porridge in the pot)